Devil in a dress

Brought forth by pulchritudious admirations of lure.
Introduced by a killer smile realised to be a literal spirit killer.
Face of a doll, nothing sore, nothing torn.
A still package of beauty,
Which preys on idling eyes.
Never being easy untill you've had a few tries,
Untill you realise how beauty physically lies.
Her blink is of Jezebel,
Lighting your nerves,
Yet you calling her hot.

She is a devils tool,
with capabilities of making your day hell.
You'd think she is a fool,
Untill she got you locked in her shell.
Her smell is of fine myrr of Egypt,
If you saw her inside you wouldnt believe it!
Yes! You wouldnt believe that she played tricks then placed ticks on your soft spots.

Who said she is not athletic?
How did she then play you?
As a drug she changed the scan of your mind
Untill it drained you.
She is one presentation of the 'roaring like a lion' devil.
She never is who she is!

She'd give her braids to the breeze when she sees men,
They too, would freeze as they drop jaws to the necks territory.
She'd stand like she knows her story,
Which deliberately breaks your brakes untill you fall from an edge.

She'd say, "can I ask?"
Then you'd say shoot, knowning that she has killer conversations.
#Soetry

Reviews

[Willard Wells]

Men are lucky that not all women play their female card. The control they could have is far more than currently used. I feel they take mercy on us and let us go on. But I like them very much. Nicely done.